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Young Writers Society


Burntshadow

About Burntshadow

'I bleed myself to be your drink
Is not the blood of poets-ink?'
I don't know who I'm quoting but its beautiful and its me, although don't be afraid to stop and chat, I'm not as morbid this makes me seem.


Interests

Reading, writing, painting and other art forms, TV and pinterest.


When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson